Lyrics

Enchanting eyes behind that hair and hat
November wind bites cold
I'm warm as we move close
Nose to nose
I can almost taste a smile and the fragrance is my rose
I can almost taste a smile
I can almost let it show
Almost

I have to ask myself what the hell am I doing here
This captivating one lives on and on and on

There is a table
Plastic cup of wine
Write on an envelope
Four corners so I'll know the whole truth

I still have no control and the fragrance is my rose
I can almost taste a smile
I can almost let it go
Almost

I have to ask myself what the hell does all this mean
Crushing in the dark goes on and on and on...

We are pretending to be someone else
A wicked comedy
Each one respectively a guess

And we laugh a little while and the fragrance is my rose
I can almost taste a smile
I am lost within the throes
Oh no
I can almost taste a smile and the fragrance is my rose
I can almost taste a smile
I can almost let it go
Almost

I have to ask myself if this is rather insincere
But just in case I'm wrong...